Illumination
I escape to a shiny lake
where waters are calmer,
my mistakes are not raked
and the nights are warmer.
Without sting rays
and cold-ness of days,
This town is deserted
buildings flood vacancies
I dream of flirtation
and of illumination,
so much for singularity,
bringing one to peace.
Thoughts are floating
like ashes in the summer.
I begin playing,
A lost & found harmonica.
Copyright © Ryan Geoffrey-Hayward | Year Posted 2025
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